DEAD MAN'S FACE

Os dois últimos textos aqui foram sobre sonhos ou coisas relativas à essa esfera, então tive a idéia de postar aqui este sonho que tive na noite entre 27 e 28 de janeiro, o qual é muito bizarro. Tenho o hábito de escrever os sonhos significativos que tenho, e eu os escrevo na língua que for mais fácil. No caso, em inglês. Quando tenho escrever em português no meio da noite ou cedo de manhã, tenho que prestar muita atenção, não lembro algumas palavras direito, e por isso fica difícil lembrar do sonho. Então sai em finlandês ou em inglês.

Cavalo morto...

I was in a room with a group of people. One of them was dressed like a doctor. They had the dead body of a horse. It had been skinned and it was open. I also noticed it had been dead for more than a day. The flesh was purple and grey. The ribs were clearly visible. Some organs had been removed. There was an empty place were the stomach and intestines should have been. I was asked to insert my hand into its abdominal cavity and gradually exert pression towards its chest area. I was aware not too many people would dare to insert their entire arm into a carcass, but I had no problem in doing that. I inserted my hand in it as indicated. Following the instructions of the man in doctor suit, I pressed into what should be its diaphragm. I had to press my hand strongly against some specific points to feel the internal organs inside. The doctor was telling me about them. At this point, I looked to the left to see the horse’s head, but instead, it was a person’s head. It was a human body. It was dead, beginning to decompose, but the face showed clear signs of pain each time I pressed. I was puzzled. Could it feel pain, even though it was dead? Was the soul trapped in the body for so long that it had to watch it decompose and feel each pain we inflicted on it? I watched the young dead man’s face as it struggled with the pain.